BLP KOSHER - Gravestalker

My True Religion pockets sealed, I won't go back to Old Navy
I don't give a fuck, they hate me, we rock out, no Ukulele
I put it on my Z, Trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryin' to beef with me, I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
Ran troll still duckin', I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil' before I popped, nobody made me
Y'all square, thuggin' backwards, he was gangbanging fakie

Tampa Bay, I'm with them Buccaneers but I don't talk to Brady
They say they shank me, ask 'em, "Which blade?"
I peep shit like Lil Tracy
Bad bitch from the field, she got rabies
Flip the Benz, I ain't surf on no Mercedes
I'm on Broadway like DaBaby
Now why the fuck they tryin' to play me?
It ain't beef Slim Jim, this Slim Shady
Hunnid rounds in my lady
And she came from the Bay, the bitch many
Dump a bag of bones way in Dania how the fuck they try to bang me?
Gun came with a ray I put the double m in Gamma
My chest be speeding like I'm Earnhardt do the dale
Sometimes it be off the dome and sometimes I use proper stanzas
And don't use Shiesty's name in vein, fuck the fame, I'll go to jail
Hold it like a VX1000, this chopper Japanese
I told my security, I'll probably up my shit before himself
They throwin' rocks I'll start a big bang but that's not my belief
I grabbed the mic, I'm rippin' it off the muscle, now I tour myself

My True Religion pockets sealed, I won't go back to Old Navy
I don't give a fuck, they hate me, we rock out, no Ukulele
I put it on my Z, Trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryin' to beef with me, I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
Ran troll still duckin', I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil' before I popped, nobody made me
Y'all square, thuggin' backwards, he was gangbanging fakie

Written by:
TWC, Benjamin Shimon Landy-Pavlon, BLP Kosher, Tyler Chase

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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